Judge, 1926-06-19 · page 30 of 36
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JUDGE Unpublished Testimonials Or Why the Ad Men Have to Write Their Own Stringer’s Stoves for Striped Stockings Hess": I donno what me and the old lady and little Rachel and Hattie and Robert and Millie and the rest would of done last winter since it gave the cold strike wasn't it for your Stringer’s Stoves for Striped "Stockings. We liked it so much where you ad- vertise we'can have our gas brong to’the: house in a’ wagon in a:tank in a truck and likewise how you fur- nish 5,000 feet of gas all free if we buy your stove. The young man which you sent to sell to use the stove gave us at least a thousand extra feet. Of course, we couldn't burn that kind, but neither could we the gas in the tank in the truck in the stove, so we just kept talking about you all winter, Mr. Stringer, which kept us nice and hot till now yet. Thanks, yours truly. Gogo's Glorious Gargle for Greased Goats Before was I even a little boy my papa went off in Canada and was lost sight of for months on end till they would reach three times around the County Courthouse here in Round Corners. Finally, it got so bad we had only enough gasoline to get back to Teller but when we did she couldn’t speak the language and what language she could speak, oh, my! Anyways the reindeers was awful pretty falling over the canyon into the river below, what with all the pretty lights turned on and the hot dog wagons on all sides, till finally we found a can of your Gogo’s Glorious Gargle for Greased Goats where some big stiff had left it. So anyways, after we had ate some of it we was all happy and contented, to go back to eating the nuts and berries which it grew along side of the railroad tracks and it’s getting late so I must say goodbye. “Goodbye.” Ginnsberg’s Garters for Gripping Gadgets My dear, darling old Ginnie, I think there is no sight in the world quite so romantic as to see a man walking down the street drag- ging the loose end of a Ginnsberg Garter behind him. Faithfully yours, Gloria Del’Rabia Gronson A local Plymouth wag was unconsciously responsible hosiery ad. Driving from the back seat is absolutely impossible with the new “‘2-in-1” body and unfolding frame— The Solitary Siz—For husbands, etc., etc. Advertisers are just beginning to realize the possibilities of railroad crossings. Canoe people are renting out the privilege of putting ads on the bottom of the canoe. A very desirable position for certain advertisers when the canoe turns over. comicbooks.com